IMPERFECTLY PERFECT
In her haste to enjoy light; The butterfly swirled out of her cocoon Darkness was scary, it seemed like ages "Let me push myself out, I wont live here anymore" There were roses outside; charming and lovely They were fragnant, and their honey delicious Thats what she heard, but non warned about the thorns Out she came, her eyes on a red radiant rose Indulged in its beauty and aura Out of thirst, she yearned for the rose To be loved, pampered and nourished Her pain and sorrow will soon fade away As she flew towards, she felt a pricking pain Her wings are being pulled, and now her pretty wings torn She is now caught among the thorns .. Fear gripped her, She cannot fly anymore... The other butteflies flying above her with pity She looked at herself; at her deformity And wondered "was it better inside my cocoon? Darkness was my shade; But in light there are shadows Wil